Locked Soul
You leave for work;
I pull out the hidden keys
and attempt to turn off your commentary,
pull out the locked box of my soul
and feel its innards,
turn on the music
that unleashes my soul like a pill,
sit amongst my life's thoughts
recorded on paper
for my eternity that drizzles on and on

As the light moves
from room to room,
I sit enamored
with myself, my work, my soul,
wondering where this mirror
of my life will take me
Eastern reflections
subside toward the south
along the goose path
The southeast winds blow my thoughts
to a healing time and place-
a glimpse of possibility

But for now,
the light begins to look for its own keys
and starts putting away its soul.
I too, put away my soul
back into its box
where I can keep it safe
from you, and the voices in my head.
By the time you enter
the door of our life together,
I will be secure
behind my locks
and able to dance your dance
for another few hours.
© Rhonda Kelley 2002
 

Visit To Bandeleir
You note the small, lone pine
on the top edge of the cliff
You think you've seen it all,
but there's more

Climb the cliffs
Descend into the kiva
Come into my soul

It is full inside
full of space to breathe and explore
space to show you yourself

Smooth clay walls
touch them, smell them, breath them in
Feel the moving grains beneath your feet
Sit awhile and stare into my fire eyes.

The glow can blind you
or it can guide you
into the depths of your path.
Come taste the dew drops
on the haze of the morning.
We will fly together
over the soul
of this world
and cross the bridge into the abyss
of those afraid to see

Be not afraid to look
peer deep
inhale its beauty
for you have been given the chance
to see yourself

You sit down as one
and leave as another
Your descent-
but a dream that will live
in your soul as a faded memory
to be embraced in your darkest hours

You have been shown
the greatest of gifts
© Rhonda Kelley 1998
 
 
 

Drifting
Bouganvillas of my mind
My soul blows your leaves across my canvas
My mind is full of potential
and scatters the petals
Seeking a jewel to grasp onto
but really, just enjoying the drifting thoughts
Colorful, lively, beautiful
They delight my senses
and make me glad of who I am
Unburdened by too much structure
I approach the world as an innocent
© Rhonda Kelley  2002